Ling Qi was silent for a moment, a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew, knew for certain a way to break this fantasy. Cai Renxiang had already been fitted for coronation-and everything else. She had met Liming after all, and she remembered Cai Renxiang's words regarding the fitting.
She hesitated to bring it up here though, in this land of memory and dream. It would be painful.
Yet it would be certain. There were other lines of attack, true. She could prod her liege about this coronation, did she really believe her Mother would retire when they were both still so young? She could prod her to look outside, to really look and see the gaps in the illusion. She could point out to her how easy this was, that she had achieved such change in so short a time when they both knew that their path was going to be hard and arduous.
Yet they were all arguments of logic, and logic was a soft and easy thing to mold and twist, to shape into rationalization for what you wanted.
All the same, she knew Cai Renxiang. If anyone could be pulled from their dreams by harsh rationale, it was her.